#(simon voice) what

[future-crab]

It's been said before, it will be said again, but it's still worth saying: the fact that art centering on straight romance is allowed to just be bad, but art with queer romance in it always has to be indicative of A Serious Problem With the Way We Tell Queer Stories makes being a queer person making queer art deeply stressful

[yi3248]

this came to me in a dream

a sooty + burns version below read more

[crowsgrudge]

fionna's world being represented by a dandelion makes so much sense ... they're weeds. yet people make wishes through them, changing their whole meaning from something meant to be destroyed to something hopeful.

dandelions are also resilient and it makes sense that something associated with them would. you know. perservere despite the destruction caused by the scarab.

but ultimately i think what REALLY made me tear up over this is that dandelions are really boring plants. when you're a kid you blow on them and make your wish but they're not eyecatching or anything but still, fionna's final wish was for her old world to still exist as it was when she left it (> plain and simple. boring even).

like the moment she realized she would lose her friends, and that her friends might forget each other if the world got its magic back, she immediately decided she didn't want it and I think that ties back to the dandelion metaphor so well... like, do you really need magic to be real to find it everywhere? or can you turn something boring into something magical?

[freetowriteforme]

TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

“Fuck! Ghost, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Stay with me, son.”

“Johnny?” The voice pauses, the hand patting his chest, stilling where it’s resting on him. After a few seconds, it speaks.

“Yeah, Simon… It’s… It’s Johnny…” 

A weak smile lights up on the lieutenant’s face, blood coating his teeth. “Missed you, love.”

“I’ve… I’ve missed you too, Simon.”

“Been so long since I’ve seen you. Where have you been?” His head felt fuzzy, his eyes not focusing on the figure leaning above him. He felt something hot running down his torso.

“I’ve been away, I’m sorry. I’ve got you now.”

“Always got me, Johnny. Always on my six.”

“That’s right…” The voice sounds choked up like they’re on the brim of tears.

“Don’t cry, Johnny.”

“I’m not, I’m okay. We’re okay."

They keep patting his chest, a rhythmic beat almost like they’re mimicking a heart.

“I’m tired, Johnny.”

“You can rest now, Simon. You’ve done good.”

He finally shuts his eyes, sighing in relief.

“Go to him, Simon. I know he’s waiting.”

[boxofthings]

Meat and Roach, watching Ghost uncomfortably interact with a random girl at the bar:

Meat: Wow that guy's aloof. Can't imagine wanting to sleep with him.

Roach: ...yeah

Meat, jokingly: You wouldn't sleep with him, would you?

Roach, deliberately not making eye contact:

Meat, who made a bet with Royce on who could seduce Roach first (he bet on himself): You haven't slept with him, have you?

Roach:

Meat, now shaking Roach: You haven't slept with him have you??

[s0fter-sin]

it’s the sound that tips him off.

it’s late, half-past hell by his last count, and mactavish knows there shouldn’t be a single soul in the showers this time of night. though he’s sure if he asked, he’d be told a soul isn’t in there.

just a ghost.

he almost chokes on the thick steam filling the locker room; humid and hazy and the perfect cover. or it would be, if the man collapsed in the far stall cared about hiding.

mactavish hates himself a little for the low sigh that falls from his lips. he wishes he wasn't so disappointed; that the promises he's heard over and over and watched be broken as many times hadn't wedged their way into his heart and convinced him that maybe, maybe this could be the time it sticks.

he doesn't know what's worse; the disappointment or the lack of surprise.

he holds his breath through the steam and leans over the limp body; stinging hot water hitting his back, instantly soaking through his clothes and already starting to burn. he flicks the tap enough to take the bulk of the heat out and straightens; a groan startling out of the man beneath him at the sudden lash of tepid water.

mactavish crouches, knees clicking and hooks a hand under his bicep to pull him up straight against the wall. if there was any vomit on his skin, it's been washed away by the pelting stream and he supposes he can count himself lucky for that. he tilts his limp head back and slips his fingers into his mouth; holding down his tongue and ignores the way it lazily jolts under his fingers to check his airway.

clear.

another small victory.

mactavish pulls his fingers out and cups his chin, keeping him tilted up and moves in the way of the water again so he can pull at his eyelid.

the eye he's met with is cloudy, so dilated there's hardly a ring of blue left.

he sighs again; hand falling away and letting his eye fall shut. "god damnit, riley."

riley moans, all his weight resting on the hand holding his jaw.

"aye, 'm talking ‘bout you," he grunts tiredly.

he lets riley's head fall forward to grab his arm, pulling him away from the wall to sit behind him; propping his body up against his chest. he leans his head back over his shoulder, keeping his face out of the water and his airway open just in case he hasn't actually finished throwing up.

he takes the rag riley'd half-managed to soap up and mechanically runs it over him; cataloguing new bruises and cuts and checking if the old ones are healing. sickly yellow fingerprints ring his hips, red splotches paint his ribs; too new to have settled into the deep purple he knows they’ll become.

riley slowly makes more noise as he rubs life into his body; still lying limp against his front but his head's starting to roll restlessly on his shoulder. he swipes between his legs and carefully doesn't think a single thing about what he finds.

"sean?" he rasps and mactavish's hand stills; eyes falling shut. he bites his check, hand clenching around the rag tight enough to shake and breathes hard out his nose.

he doesn't say a word, just forces himself to go back to cleaning.

he's not sure what would come out of his mouth if he did.

riley isn't conscious enough to hear him anyway.

he runs his fingers over his inner elbows for tracks and manages to muster some relief when he doesn't find any. seems to be a pill and booze night; far from the worst condition he's found him in.

he rinses him off, running a curtesy hand over his shaved head only for it to fall back to his jaw; his thumb stroking over the thick scar carved into his cheek.

"you gotta stop doin' this," he whispers.

he isn’t sure if he’s talking to riley or himself.

mactavish gathers up riley's too-light body into his arms and turns off the shower. his head lolls into his throat and he throws a towel over his dripping body and another over his shoulder. it doesn't stop him from tracking water all the way to his quarters but he'd like to see someone try to put in a complaint about it.

he lays out the other towel on the bed and sets riley down; moving his body into the recovery position in an all-too familiar routine. he dries him enough that he won't soak the covers as he pulls them up to his chest and kicks the waste bin within grabbing distance of the bed.

he goes to pull off his sodden clothes when a different noise makes him freeze.

a low sniffle.

mactavish slowly turns back to the bed to find riley's eyes squinting open; glazed with tears as he kneads at the covers.

he stares at him for a moment as he looks around the room and those hazy eyes lock on him for the first time. "cap'n?"

he swallows. "aye; s'just me, riley."

his hand pokes out from under the covers and for all the promises he's made himself - all the “never again”s and “this is the last time”s - at the end of the day, he's weak.

he sits on the side of the bed and takes riley's hand in his; already so cold after nearly boiling himself alive.

"y' mad a' me?" he sniffs.

mactavish runs his tongue over his lip and slowly shakes his head. "no, i'm not mad at you."

"prom'se?" he pushes.

he reaches out and caresses his temple with his thumb. his hand almost covers his head and it cuts like a knife to remember just how small riley is. "aye," he says, hushed. "i promise."

riley's eyes fall shut, voicelessly murmuring 'promise’ to himself over and over.

"I’ll ge’ bett'r," he slurs and between one breath and the next, he's out.

mactavish sighs, running his hand in a final pass over his head and stares at a face that looks so much younger in sleep; bruised and sallow skin hidden in the shadows. "i know you will."

he presses a slow kiss to his forehead, shutting his eyes against the grief that wells in his heart and gets up to pull a chair over to the bed; settling in for another long night's vigil of watching his broken lieutenant sleep, ready to tilt him over if he throws up, eyes locked on the slow rise and fall of his chest fearing tonight may finally be the time it stops.

[tacobellabeanburrito]

Alright guys Ace Attorney Characters and who they’d main in Smash Ultimate.

Phoenix: Sonic. MAYBE Mr. Game & Watch if he’s feeling silly. He gets people sooo angry when he plays Mr. Game & Watch.

Miles: …S….S-Sephiroth.

Larry: Girl Wii-Fit Trainer (Ya’ll know why)

Mia: She’s a Samus girly all the way. Or Piranha Plant sometimes if she’s feeling it (Because of Charley).

Maya: Kirby. Duh, both gluttonous powerhouses.

Pearl: Isabelle. No question. (Sometimes Villager).

Franziska: Shiek, obviously.

Klavier: He would sooo main King Dedede. Him and that smug penguin are made for each other. Both kings. (But he also chooses Daisy and Zelda sometimes cause he’s a princess too) (FEEL LIKE A FEM QUEEN).

Apollo: Fox, don’t even ask why I don’t know. He’s just such a nerdy little guy that of course he would main Fox.

Trucy: Banjo & Kazooie. Kinda like a Trucy and Mr. Hat duo. Sometimes Duck Hunt.

Kristoph: Princess Peach.

Gumshoe: Little Mac holy shit.

Lang: WOLF.

Kay: Joker. You’d think it’d be Falco but nah. Joker.

Simon: Snake. Oh for sure.

Sebastian: He’s a Megaman type of guy. Sometimes Lucas or Ness.

Dahlia: Jigglypuff. Oh, oh she gets people angry.

Iris: She sooo mains Rosalina.

Ray: My boy rotates between Sora, Steve and Incinaroar. Don’t ask why he just does. He’s silly like that.

Godot: Meta Knight (Because they’re both Spanish and mysterious? Noooo…. Maybe…) (Jk, it’d probably be Bayonetta)

Lana: Palutena girl all the way.

Ema: Loves R.O.B to death. Swear to god. Sometimes mains Ridley.

Justine: Byleth. Because you can’t not have someone who mains a Fire Emblem character.

[toshidou]

i would plaster my pussy on the sidewalk for an official cod dating simulator

[gomzdrawfr]

mw 3 spoilers!! some doodles that I've been meaning to draw <3

Ghost: 0-7 in position with Kilo. Farah: Convoy approaching southeast, four vehicles.

Based on these:

bonus Farah side eye HAHAHAHA

[sysig]

Didn’t know you had it in you, did you (Patreon)

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

jamesroday Psychos!!! This is not a test. It's time to SUCK the biggest IT ever. Together. 🤜🏼 🍍🤛🏿 LINK. IN. BIO.

[anothercrisis]

Most people, upon first glance, will believe that Simon “Ghost” Riley is incapable of love. That assumption is based on multiple factors, such as his mask, his stoic demeanor, his dry tone of voice, but the main reason is the distance he maintains from others.

People assume this distance is because he doesn’t know how to get close anymore, doesn’t know how to care anymore, doesn’t know how to love anymore.

The opposite is true. Simon’s heart bends to love far too easily for his liking. It has been void of the warmth for so long that it craves it like an addict in withdrawal.

It’s simply because of his own design that love is scarcely acknowledged or reciprocated, that wariness is the main emotion others feel towards him. That distance that he creates between himself and others is intentional, a moat meant to protect both parties from the inevitable pain that comes with love—the inevitable pain that clings to him like a shadow with all the intent to hurt the bright spots in his life and in himself.

So at the end of the day, there is a conflict of interest. Simon may love easily, but Ghost does not trust quickly. Simon may want and yearn and hope, but Ghost is hesitant and doubtful and mistrusting. Simon may crave the warmth of affection like a dying man would crave breath, but Ghost must stand vigilant to ensure survival, no matter what the cost.

[dietchapstick]

It's funny how people will say Princess Bubblegum deserved what Winter King did to her like she didn't get multiple episodes learning that being a psychotic controlling dictator for the sake of keeping her people safe isn't a good thing and that instead she deserves 100 years of madness because some nerd decided it would be easier to literally dump his problems on someone else

[kruemel8]

Crossing boundaries versus setting boundaries.

[starry-sky-ocean]

ADVENTURE TIME SPOILERS

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HE’S SO?? HES SO GAY!? OMG HE’S SUCH A FRUIT MANS TWIRLS AND SPINS

we aren’t talking about the second half..

[roychewtoy]

impaled